Woodworking blog entries tagged with 'hobbit holes in myworld'

Zebra Effects on Birch Burl
....while doing time within the wood,a character of zebra swirls started imaging,like drawing lines upon the wood,i stopped to pause and re-think again….
All wood is just one click away from fame….
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—’’....work smart, work safe, and live, to work the wood....’‘

The Revelation of Wood
....some folks would say we are known by the company we keep,i prefer to say that the company i keep is what’s penned on paper,and that my thoughts work them-selves out as word friends,until in the end i am gathered in the forest by my friends of wood….
....so it might be that after i have some-day slipped the veil,that ones of few or many might start opening my books of thought,etchings of imagination’s greatest words that speak of wood drea...

Veteran of the Woods
....veteran of the woods at northern end,i scamper to keep ahead in this wood-worker’s dream,what if’s and thought’s of where it all began,are only the past rumblings of more to come as i work in stealth….
....my modes of stealth are vast and often un-explained,since why should a creator re-veal the secrets of his//her art,no-one who works for art can be a copy-cat of borrowed dreams,much to the demise of clones who pass me by on borrowed...

”Explanation of Experience” and Art
....tempt me and i shall speak,if not by words of a common tongue,then i shall speak from within the wood,where the soul of a tree lives very much free….
....infatuate me and i shall speak,come out from amongest the copy-cats,brush aside the hands that ever are clutching too hold, when will you escape your defined walls of self-imposed exile….
....provoke me and i shall yet speak,push the envelope and forget to lick the glu...

Phantom of My Woodworking Heart
….out of the city i walked one day into a forest of wood,never looking back at those objects that once held me,saving my soul from the plight of the lost and un-redeemed,i came to re-pair my-self from the time zone of asphalt jungles….
….those ills i took on then back there in that forest of steel,have now cursed me again with a reminder of a jaded past,but I am far better now by the under-standing i gained from wood, i was made for wood and in ...

Looking at Jonke
....and so i went walking in search of some jonke,that there word of middle age time frame of mind,and what i found was not some more latin names for juncus,but what i searched for was before mine eyes all-ready as ‘junk art’....
—-one can get so lost in the definitions that are imposed upon us,till it seems that our mind just can-not shake free and see,those boxes are ever around to drown the imagination of mind,while other’s pray to keep th...

Three Acts of Working the Wood
….three acts of working the wood that have be-spelled me,one is the art of hand-cutting wood joinery,two is the collection and using of old weathered wood,three is the beauty of creating pieces of ‘wood art’….
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….two;
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—-by flp
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More on Sankyaku Uddo
….if i could count all my stories,that have been re-corded as growth rings in trees,what would soon come forth is how small of faith i am,for who am i to stand up equal too one white oak…..
....it was one day back when that i walked into the forest of wood,and oh the joy and pain that awaited me in my new found birth,will i ever be able to express in part how my feelings felt back then,the expresso drink that was mixed with my blood and wood sapR...

Prepping Wood and Shellac for Rain
I do hope that all reading herein are understanding that I am writing in retrospect….as these writings are running a few days behind where I am today. My life is much too busy to be writing and testing, plus taking photos on a daily basis, so one could say that I am writing from within a time warp as I also must keep in mind that winter is coming. Winter involves putting some machines to sleep and then there is the waking up of those winter machines...

Awakened In Your Gobi
....it seems as if i am teller of tales that bears your beauty forth,why am i so woodly anomic when all your warmth of hue surrounds me,culler of the art that comes from hand-tooling your existence of being,while faith-fully noted are the cracks of character that provide story….
....planed from the start by gouges that wrought some sense of stability,your spoken desire was what soon caught the attention of my ears,and what if my hands started breathing wi...